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Wow!

Three thousand primary saints, and many intermediate saints emerged as torrents, as if they were drawn, spinning around Xiao Ye covered in blood.

In this universe, all the strong men of the Holy Order only feel that their perception of the Holy Word is magnified again.

The power and horror of the near road holy pattern formed a halo at this moment, although it could not affect the 'death road' that the enchanted Qingao realized, but it still throbbed for a while.

What struck Mei Qingao the most was that the nine veins of Xiao Ye's body were rising together, as if dripping cold water in a hot oil pan, boiling and tumbling constantly, and there was a qualitative change.

This is a comprehension of the Nine Veins Holy Path, and it is a sign to break to the next level!

"Nine kinds of holy ways that the Son realized in the beginning, all stepped into the eighth ladder?" Lord Zhantian squinted his eyes, and his head was stunned, as if he was in a dream.

How many years did Xiao Ye break through to the level of the Holy Lord?

It's only ten years since full play, and it's one of the two new holy lords since the human race for 100,000 years.

But now, the nine kinds of intermediate sages that Xiao Ye comprehends have to break through again? This is absolutely unprecedented. Looking at the three thousand worlds, no genius of any race can do it.

"This is the horror of the Taoist body in the beginning, and the power that the Son is inspiring today is less than one-tenth."

Xuan Xiao's eyes flashed with excitement.

He had long predicted that Xiao Ye's retreat during this time was amazing and would not stop.

"Nine Veins Holy Path..."

Xiao Ye didn't even have time to repair the injury, but his eyes were slightly closed, his perception was magnified many times, and the soul that had surpassed the quality of nothingness was surging, deducing the Nine Veins Holy Path, deducing tens of thousands of times in one breath.

In fact, after inspiring the sacred pattern of the near path, he has been using this sacred pattern to understand the nine-channel saint path.

Coupled with the time increase of the Tower of Time, it can be called rapid progress, rapid progress, and even has touched the bottleneck of the eighth ladder. Only the last step is interrupted by the charming Qingao.

Now forced to go nowhere, he forcibly urged the near-sacred sacred mark, and launched an understanding in the battle, hoping to complete that last step.

"Hurry up!"

In just ten breaths, the nine-pronged holy path has been trembling together, and the endless holy path symbols are expanding and transforming, causing resonance among the heavens and moving towards the eighth ladder.

"Dare to transform in a battle with me, you are indeed very courageous."

"But the breakthrough in the understanding of the Word does not mean that your heavenly position can be broken through, and you still have to die in my hands."

Enchanted Qingao came back to his mind, very calmly.

The breakthrough of the heavenly master of the Holy Lord and the strong, the deep understanding of the holy way is only one of the factors.

However, his words fell-

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a roar in Xiao Ye's body, and a terrible coercion swept through him. The flesh and blood of his body and even the holy bones circulated endless strong energy, and turned into an illusion of endless rare treasures.

At this moment, the Nine Veins Holy Path is like a sharp knife, and the strong energy is backed up, directly launching the sprint of the realm.

All of a sudden, Xiao Ye's breath of the Holy Lord grew up, leaving the heavens and the world in turmoil.

"what?"

Such changes made Mei Qing'ao breathe a suffocation, and could no longer speak.

In the beginning, the body of the Son was originally made of innumerable rare treasures of the Holy Order. The potential is endless. There is no obstacle to the breakthrough of the realm of the Holy Lord. Where can we measure it with common sense?

"In the beginning, Master Son, are you going to be promoted to the Lord of Heaven?"

In the distance, tens of thousands of human race Saint-rank strongmen, after a shock, could not help but exclaim.

At this moment, they finally understood that what they called the chance of the generals was brought by Xiao Ye in front of them.

"In the beginning, Son, do you think I will tolerate your breakthrough?"

At this moment, the charming Qingao could not help but roar, the whole person came out in a sky, the death holy road was blooming, the power was endless, and he directly killed Xiao Ye.

Even if it was him, Xiao Ye had to face squarely.

This is a terrible opponent with unlimited potential.

"Time is speeding up!"

Xiao Ye waved his palm, and suddenly the nine-pronged holy path returned to his ancestors, forming an intangible and timeless holy path that enveloped himself, and the nearby space was turbulent and twisted.

Suddenly--

Uh!

Xiao Ye's figure became confused, moving fast, and the terrorist energy contained in flesh and blood continued to erupt and continued to sprint in the realm of expansion.

Xiao Ye's time sacred path can't affect Meiqing Ao, but he envelopes himself and is blessing his speed.

But the magical death path of Meiqing Ao is also among the advanced ranks, and the understanding is quite deep. It shrouded in the universe, but still hit Xiao Ye, raised the blood rain, and wounded and wounded.

The difference from the previous one is that the trauma caused by this impact is far less than the violent last time. Xiao Ye is still in the realm of impact while quickly repairing the injury.

"you!"

The charming Qingao's face gloomed.

This eighth move, Xiao Ye actually resisted, and did not fall, apparently because the opponent's realm is rapidly improving, the defense is also growing.

If he hadn't killed Xiao Ye after ten strokes, it was a shame for him.

"Death sanctions!"

The coercion of death erupted on Meiqing Ao became more intense, and the gray light curtain filled the entire Taixu Realm, leaving the starry sky dim and the whole world trembling.

Tens of thousands of tribal saints clearly feel that the vitality in their bodies is passing by, falling into the abyss of death.

It seems that any living existence will be sanctioned by Meiqing Ao.

This is the horror of the Word of Death.

Xiao Ye was also shocked to Zhen Fei by this blow, and half of his body was ashamed, and the holy blood he coughed out lost his holy rhyme.

But then, there was a crackling sound in his body, and the half of his body turned from gray to bright, just like the plants after the severe winter, and once again glowed with vitality.

In the early days, how did the ancient sons create the body of the Holy Son with the power of the clan?

But Xuan Xiao looked pale.

Xiao Ye's body is very perverted, carrying successive blows, but Xiao Ye's current state is not good, and his consciousness is almost dissipated.

"Tenth move, Holy Hand of Death!"

The charming Qingao drank low and drank, the breath of death's Word was converging, turned into the original symbol, and condensed a gray palm print, as if photographed by a slap of a cosmic giant, imposing and magnificent, raging past, Suppressed towards Xiao Ye.

"what!"

"Charming Qingao, trying to kill me Xiao Ye, is not so easy!"

At this moment, Xiao Ye, who was covered in blood, suddenly opened his eyes wide and screamed in the face of the palm print that he photographed. Two horrible glory flashed out of his eyes.

boom!

At the same time, the coercion of the Holy Lord on Xiao Ye finally seemed to break the bottleneck, accompanied by the explosion of the Nine Veins Holy Path, and completely stepped into the level of the Holy Lord in the heaven.

(The third one is coming!)